Post by Polar on Aug 10, 2015 23:17:27 GMT
It'd been many moons since he'd left the planet called Earth. Yet Polar had rarely gotten any sleep. His rage had long passed, but he still couldn't help but think of what had happened. Not without solemnity, he mused on his relationship with Hakuri. He couldn't help but chuckle at the memories, but all his thoughts seemed to return to that fateful showdown with the Saiyan warrior. It made his blood boil.
For a moment, he thought he was really starting to burn with rage again. Carefully, he pressed his index finger up against the pod wall, only to jerk it away. With a quick glance through the pod's windows, he took note of the sudden orange-reddish color. Of course.
The pod was streaking into the atmosphere. That must have been the heat he was feeling. The sphere hovered through the planet's thin atmosphere, shaking lightly, but not as violent to suggest an imminent crash landing.
For a while, the flight was uneventful, as the pod gradually came in for a landing in between the planet's rough terrain. Polar briefly examined the surface. There was nothing greatly noteworthy. It was a barren world. Not in the same sense as Arcose, his home, which was an icicle of a world. This planet was miles and miles of rocks. And more rocks. Perhaps a mountain or two before he sighted more rocks.
Polar couldn't help but sigh in frustration at the pure blandness of this planet. This was supposed to be Planet Kanassa, home of the great psychics?
After some long moments, Polar's eyes opened at the sound of the familiar hiss, followed by a loud thud that signaled the pod's landing. Subsequently, the door retracted from the pod, revealing the landscape to Polar. Grasping the doorway with his sky blue hand, Polar pulled himself from the pod and took a step onto the ground.
Strange, he mused.
It was an alien feeling, stepping on that rough, hard stone. Just now he realized how he'd grown so used to Earth's soft, flat grasslands.
This was a brief thought, of course. Polar's beady blue eyes darted from left to right. This land was just like the rest, and he had no means of tracking anybody. Still, he heard that the Arcosians had taken refuge on this planet.
Here's hoping the tip was legitimate.
The slander Arcosian turned his head back to the pod. It was surely low on fuel by now. It probably wouldn't reach even a mile. This is where Polar got off.
The alien's three-toed feet suddenly lifted off the ground, in levitation. ZOOM! The Arcosian sped off into the air, in search for any of the survivors.
For a moment, he thought he was really starting to burn with rage again. Carefully, he pressed his index finger up against the pod wall, only to jerk it away. With a quick glance through the pod's windows, he took note of the sudden orange-reddish color. Of course.
The pod was streaking into the atmosphere. That must have been the heat he was feeling. The sphere hovered through the planet's thin atmosphere, shaking lightly, but not as violent to suggest an imminent crash landing.
For a while, the flight was uneventful, as the pod gradually came in for a landing in between the planet's rough terrain. Polar briefly examined the surface. There was nothing greatly noteworthy. It was a barren world. Not in the same sense as Arcose, his home, which was an icicle of a world. This planet was miles and miles of rocks. And more rocks. Perhaps a mountain or two before he sighted more rocks.
Polar couldn't help but sigh in frustration at the pure blandness of this planet. This was supposed to be Planet Kanassa, home of the great psychics?
After some long moments, Polar's eyes opened at the sound of the familiar hiss, followed by a loud thud that signaled the pod's landing. Subsequently, the door retracted from the pod, revealing the landscape to Polar. Grasping the doorway with his sky blue hand, Polar pulled himself from the pod and took a step onto the ground.
Strange, he mused.
It was an alien feeling, stepping on that rough, hard stone. Just now he realized how he'd grown so used to Earth's soft, flat grasslands.
This was a brief thought, of course. Polar's beady blue eyes darted from left to right. This land was just like the rest, and he had no means of tracking anybody. Still, he heard that the Arcosians had taken refuge on this planet.
Here's hoping the tip was legitimate.
The slander Arcosian turned his head back to the pod. It was surely low on fuel by now. It probably wouldn't reach even a mile. This is where Polar got off.
The alien's three-toed feet suddenly lifted off the ground, in levitation. ZOOM! The Arcosian sped off into the air, in search for any of the survivors.